Chapter 18
Chapter 18
Celeste Chapter 18 – Celeste
Celeste P.O.V
Gillian and Markus’ parents left and then there was just me and Markus. Alone. He was still holding me
against his chest. I didn’t Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
know what was supposed to happen now. I had a room, but neither of us moved. I don’t know that
either of us wanted to. I couldn’t stop
the yawn that left my mouth. I felt Markus chuckle and move from behind me. “Long day?”
“In a good way,” I said. I got up and winced, feeling a pain in my ribs now that his sparks weren’t
distracting my body. All the bruises
seemed to scream at me suddenly, reminding me they were still there.
“I’m sorry, I almost forgot you were still healing. Come. Let me get the shower started for you and so
you can get a good night’s rest,”
I nodded then paused, “Something wrong?” He asked. I wrung my hands.
“I don’t have any clothes. We left mine at the Packhouse,” His eyes widened.
“S**t, right. Gillian’s sister will take you shopping tomorrow. Until then,” he went to a set of drawers,
“How about you put these on?” |
looked at the shirt and shorts that he gave to me and I giggled. “Those shorts won’t fit me.” He looked
down at his pair of shorts. Went back to the drawers and pulled a few out, cursing under his breath.
“Aha!” he said triumphantly as he pulled a pair that had drawstrings. He turned back to me and wagged
his eyes brows at me. I giggled more and grabbed the clothes from him. Following him to the
bathroom. I almost dropped the clothes as I took in the bathroom.
It was the most luxurious bathroom I had ever seen. There was warm sand colored marble everywhere,
making it feel inviting and cozy. There was a glass shower all on one side of the room that looked like it
could fit 5 people. There were shower jets on the top and on
the walls. There was a bench to sit along the wall of the shower. The wall closest to the bedroom had
the floor raised with three giant
steps leading to it. A giant bathtub was sunk into the raised flooring and there was an elegant fireplace
in the raised platform. There were
two sinks and a giant mirror to my right. It had a recessed roof and lighting.
Theard the showers going. I looked at multiple shower heads running. The shower area filling with
steam quickly.
“I think these will help the pain. Just let me know if you need anything,” Markus said, heading towards
the bathroom door. He turned at the last minute with a mischievous grin. “Unless you want me to join
you?” He wagged his eyebrows at me. He laughed at my squeak.
“I’m just messing with you,” he said as he moved to close the door behind him. Before it clicked closed,
he opened it fast and wagged his
eyebrows once more, making me laugh and roll my eyes, before he closed the door again.
I turned to look at the shower and scrunched my nose. The little pad that controlled it looked
complicated. I took my clothes off but
before I went into the shower, 1 turned my attention to the mirror. I sighed as I took myself in. It’d been
a few years since I’d gotten a
chance to really look at myself. Even ignoring the bruising and raised lines from the attack, my body
was a testament to the abuse I had
suffered at the hands of the pack. My olive skin seemed washed out, pale and sad from lack of sun. My
ribs were protruding, my stomach
concaving inwards from the lack of food. Every bone in my body could easily be seen. My breasts and
my ass seemed to be the only thing
that had any fat on it. My eyes, the only part of me that seemed to hold life. I had old scarring faintly
visible along my back and my legs.
Markus seemed to look at me with so much love and devotion already that it scared me. Looking at the
mirror, I couldn’t see why. In a
world where most werewolves looked like they belonged in a super model magazine, I did not.
Markus sees more than what we look like. He knows we’ve suffered. He sees the strength in us. The
real beauty
Kara commented
quietly. I knew how much it hurt her when I had my pity parties. When she knew I believed we weren’t
enough.
He can have anyone, when he sees us like this…. –
I couldn’t finish the sentence.
He was made for us and we were made for him. The moon goddess doesn’t make mistakes. –
She insisted.
I sighed and made a mental note to ask Maya to take some pictures with the new phone Markus told us
he would give us. Maybe they
would be useful in the investigation. There was no point in wallowing in a pity party. I had to trust that
Kara was right and the moon
goddess hadn’t made a mistake. I would also do everything in my power to prove to Markus that I
would not be a burden, that we were
worthy of being by his side.
I entered the shower. I put my hand out to check the temperature. I walked under the heated sprays
and almost moaned as my
panel. I had no idea how to shut off the water stream. I dried myself and put on the ridiculously large
clothes he gave me. They smelled
like him though and that had Kara purring. I went to the door and my jaw dropped. Markus’ back was to
me, bent over a laptop…..in
boxers…. I had a full view of a broad back, tapered waist, hard muscles and round bottom. His legs
looked like tree trunks, all muscle. He
suddenly stood up and turned to look at me. I blushed.
“I don’t know how to turn off the shower,” I blurted. He smiled, “Not a big deal, I’m about to shower
myself.” I nodded and headed to
the door that led to my bedroom.
“Celeste?” He called and I turned. He was right behind me and he gathered me into his arms. I could
feel every muscle in his chest
ripple under my hands. I was surprised at the random thought that passed through my head, wondering
how his buttocks would feel under my hands. “Thank you for trusting us today,” He kissed my forehead
and let me go
“Good night” I said quickly, blushing at my own thoughts. I felt Kara purr inside my head. I was going to
close the door as I saw him headed to the bathroom, but decided against it. I enjoyed smelling his
scent of pistachios, figs and earth before a storm coming through the door, so I left it slightly ajar. I
looked at my bedroom in the dark. I had not slept in a bed in over 12 years. I crawled into bed and was
out by the time my head hit the pillow.